I love music. I love how one note can bring you to your knees, and one lyric and bring tears to your eyes or joy in your heart. No matter how long it's been since you heard a song you can still sing every word to that summer soundtrack or cheesy middle school dance songs. Songs define our lives, and how we remember. One of my favorite types of music is worship music. My life can be completely changed because of one song more than a speaker sometimes. They are timeless, and speak to our hearts. I have cried more singing an old children's church song than any pop ballad. Sometimes or really a lot of times, the Lord uses these songs to teach us something, tell us He loves, or calm His children. Sometimes it feels as if the songs was written just for you, and that the Lord is pleading with you to hear the words and be encouraged. But do we return it? Sometimes the songs are complete worship and glorification to the only one who deserves it. And we stand there reading off a screen or in a book or looking around because we already know the lyrics. If it had been a song on the radio from our childhood we would crank it up and sing at the top of our lungs with our friends and laugh at the memories. Why don't we treat the Lord's songs that way?
This morning at church everyone was singing so loudly that I could not even here the music being played by the band. Can you imagine? An entire sanctuary filled with voices praising the same Father and making sure He can hear them. And then I realized that this happens every Sunday. Every Sunday we are singing at the top of lungs so loud the music is drowned out and our throats hurt. Shouldn't that be the case? Shouldn't we be hoarse after church and any time we are praising our Father? One of my biggest pet peeves are people that just sit or stand during worship with no participation. How can you not want to praise your Creator and Provider? Saying you 'Can't sing well' is not a reason or an excuse. The Psalms say over and over to sing a song and make a joyful noise unto the Lord, shouting in jubilation. Not that you must be able to sing on key, in pitch, and beautifully or you can't praise Him. But to sing and shout with joy. Joy. To the one who gives us the most joy.
Whether we go to an old country church with only a piano or a larger church with a full band, we should be singing so loud that the music gets drowned out by the beautiful and joyful voices of his children. Our throats should hurt and be hoarse as we sit for lunch after church. So I challenge you to stand and sing, sing as loud as you can. Let the Lord move you, teach you, love you, and shout to him the great glory he is. I challenge you to sing so loud your voice hurts and those around you join in with a great joyful noise. He wants to hear your voice. He wants to hear your praises. He wants to be in your presence. Sing! Sing until the whole world hears!
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